Driving Question

I just have to ask,

bright butterfly, why you crossed

my path today?

Is there some deep meaning here

of nectar waiting

to be tasted?

Or was it simply that you heard

flowers were sweeter across the road?


This entry was posted in poetry.

4 comments on “Driving Question

  1. I really like this one, Joan. Glenda


  2. Light from fire says:

    I have asked myself this question before. It sort of stays with you, in a peacefully haunting way.

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